Great Gallery Reception

Friday night was a blast. First Impressions Art Gallery in Salem was packed with art and art lovers from wall to wall. There was great art, wine, food, music and plenty of people enjoying a nice evening of culture. If you missed it make sure you don't miss the next one as the events get better each time.

Many of the artists were there to greet patrons and to answer questions. Just to name a few were Alex Alampi, Bobbie Berg, Michael Braun and Don Brewer. Do take a moment to check out their websites to see some interesting and beautiful work.

For me the evening was less about art and more about a psuedo graduation for me. For well over a year my friends and family had to watch me go through some difficult times. Friday night was a real chance for them to see me beyond happy and healthy. So many friends showed up just to lend their support and to congratulate me on all I've worked for I was really blown away.

Thank you everyone for your continued support and belief in me and my work. I couldn't do it without you.

More Uses For My Car

"Penn Beach at Noon"
9 x 12
acrylic on canvas

This is a "G" rated blog, so the other use for my Scion XB is a painting studio. Yup. You heard me. I ventured out with my painter's box to do a little plein air painting while looking out onto the Delaware River via Penn Beach.

Just as Mom taught me, I had my hat and gloves on braving the cold while trying to set up my tripod along the water. As I was about to bring the paints out, a little wave crested over the wall and splashed icy water in my face. Then the wind blew. At that point I decided two things. One, I believe that people who paint in conditions like this need to be put on medication. Two, I could not leave without painting, as it was on my schedule darn it, so I had to attempt a little art in my vehicle.

To say I was a little crammed in there with my supplies is an understatement. However, the heat blasting and the radio playing made it palatable. Surprisingly, despite the serious stiff shoulder I gave myself while wedged behind the wheel, I just about completed a nice little painting. The sky was blue and a weather front was approaching and I was determined to capture it with my brushes.

With 30 minutes left to complete the painting another wave hit and covered my windows with water. I couldn't see a thing. A big ship carrying automobiles passed and I knew the wake of that would bring even more moments like this, so I packed it up to finish at home. I set the timer and worked for less than an hour and signed my name. What a great day!

Next week I'll share with you what I did with the gobs of leftover paint I had on my palette. I am too cheap to throw it away. Also, stay tuned for the finish of the mare and foal portrait.

I'm off to get ready for the gallery reception tonight. Hope to see you there. Have a great weekend.

See Salem County - Art Reception

"Grant's Field"
graphite sketch in Moleskine

"Old New Castle After the Wake"
graphite sketch in Moleskine

One of my favorite things to do is to sketch images in my Moleskine book that are uniquely Salem County. What this area lacks in night life it makes up for in views that touch my soul. Whether you like farms, rivers and ships or misty marshes, it is all here. When I take the time to draw these things I feel like I am recording something that someday could be gone. Develpments creep in and things change. There is a quiet solitude here that settles and centers me. It is easy sometimes to forget that when I get busy.

So if you would like to see images of Salem County through the eyes of local artists, come to First Impressions Art Gallery this Friday, February 8th, located at 157 W. Broadway, Salem, NJ. Call 856-935-7070 for more information. The reception is from 6-9 and there will be live music and plenty of food and wine. How can you pass that up? I will be there as well as many of the other artists. My marsh paintings and the last bovine piece will be on display. The new work is up on the walls now and already one of my marsh pieces has been sold. So please come out and say hello. Get your marsh paintings now, get them while they are hot, get them while they are marshy! (Pardon me, I sort of lost it there.)

Anyway, the top image was drawn during a cold weekend morning while watching a hawk watch me. Grant Harris, of Cowtown Rodeo fame, has quite a few fields of rough stock that also have interesting and moody looking landscapes. They are always good inspiration for my sketches.

The second image was created yesterday while looking out across the Delaware River at Old New Castle. At least I think that's the town I'm looking at. A rather large cargo ship went by and I sketched and watched the water and reflections change as the wake swelled and passed. Water makes me think of my own life how it never looks the same. You can watch the river all day and minute by minute it is different. I rather enjoyed watching the water become still again and appear to be as blue as the sky. I am greatly appreciating stillness everywhere.

Graphite Portrait of Mare and Foal - Drawing Stage

Here's the progress on the equine portrait. Please pardon the dark and skewed photos. Things are moving along slowly but surely. The top photo was taken after about 40 hours of work on the project, including sketch time. The second photo was taken after a day of hard work at the drafting table. As you can see this requires some serious patience. We all know how good I am at being patient too. My cheek hurts from my tongue pressing so hard on it after that statement.

Well, I hear the Strathmore 500 Bristol calling me. That's the paper I use if you didn't catch that. Maybe I'll finish the mare's nose today! Patience is a virtue. At least I can work in my robe and fuzzy slippers. Are you jealous?

Thanks Kleo. Hugs.

Graphite Portrait of Mare and Foal - Sketch Stage

Once again I am making something out of nothing. Back during the end of summer I went out to take pictures of a mare and foal that were to be separated the very next day. Perhaps you remember my post with the photos taken while driving? These two were my reason for being out that day. The photos I came home with were less than I had hoped for but there was no turning back. I had to make this work and prayed that the art fairies would assist me.

The dilemma was that at this stage, mommy and baby were no longer really interested in each other yet, I had to create a pleasing image of the two of them for a portrait commission. I offered my client four options and this is the sketch that he chose.

The sketch is now on good archival paper and has about 25 hours worth of work invested into it. I will be posting images of the work in progress shortly. The finished horse portrait will be 16 x 20 on heavy archival paper.

I do believe the art fairies are lending a hand. Somehow when it counts they never let me down. I think they like the credit I give them.

The Bucket List

Gray Day Gulls
graphite sketch in moleskine

Sitting in my box of a car at the marina near Salem, I felt weary from the grayness of the day. My body still mending from all that it has been through seemed particulary angry and I couldn't get my mind off of it. I sketched the gulls that stared and me with what felt like menace. The bird in the center never took his eyes off my car. Perhaps he was planning the poop attack as punishment for my intrusion on his day. I just kept looking at him feeling cold and tired and wishing it was spring.

However, as I sketched I felt more in charge and somehow excited to add yet another page to my sketchbook. Each page seems like a little victory and one more thing to say I've seen and recorded. Sure these things don't seem huge in the grand scheme of things but to me they are. Though there are some places I'd like to say I've witnessed before my day comes but for the most part all I want is these little moments. Moments where I am really seeing things and feeling them are what I treasure most. They aren't always pleasant but usually they are. The best times include special people in my life. I'm not saying that I didn't appreciate my loved ones before but these days it feels different, perhaps more intense.

Don't get me wrong. I'm no saint. I bitch and moan like everyone else. The difference is that I know even those moments have purpose. They are calls to action or red flags for rest, if I'm paying attention. Those times are just part of living baby and living I am.

I feel lucky that I am experiencing life this way now. It didn't take me until I was 70 with only 6 months to live to do it. I don't need a "bucket list" to make up for lost time or to change my life. I'm crossing things off the list every day. Wow.

Pennsville at Sunset

"Pennsville at Sunset"

graphite sketch in moleskine

Sitting in my car, armed with my moleskine sketch book, I watched the sunset over the Delaware River. People walked their dogs on the beach while the gulls called overhead. It felt like I was at the shore in September trying to soak up the end of summer. Instead, it is January and I'm still in a t-shirt. I'm certain that global warming is bad but right now I'm not complaining. The evening colors of late have been spectacular. I haven't tried painting them because I don't think I could come close to their glory. You'll have to take my word for it or better yet, take 15 minutes and find a good spot to watch the sunset and see them for yourself.

I'd like to thank a regular reader, Sandy, for her kind comments about my blog and work. I'm not sure how and when she found me but I'm honored that she did and stayed.

Watching 2008

Red-Tailed Hawk
graphite sketch in moleskine book

For once I don't know what to write. Usually I sit here and the words just pour out. Not today.

I've been through so much in 2007. It was probably the longest year of my life. Despite a cold, 2008 started better than I could imagine. The evening was peaceful and warm and spent in the arms of someone very special. I had the knowledge that I was healthy as well as the loved ones in my life and that my work was selling. Comparing that to last year brings tears to my eyes. I get choked up so easily it is really embarrassing. Often I hide it with jokes and smiles but really most times I'm thinking about how far I've come and how darn lucky I am. It feels like I'm watching a movie about someone else. Only when I sit quietly do I really absorb that it is me.

It hasn't been easy and I'm still trying to rebuild the empire but I believe I'll get closer to my goal in 2008. My work gets stronger and grows in popularity. I'm fueled by a new passion and the desire to enjoy every moment. However, I still don't make too many plans. I take things as they come, savor them and watch the rest unfold.

I wish everyone a happy and healthy 2008.

Why Dogs Bite People

I think that says it all.

Merry Christmas from Gracie.

Pugalicious for Christmas

"Baxter"
8x10
graphite on paper

Pardon the title of this post. It rhymes doesn't it? Oh, humor me, ok! Maybe I should have titled it "Pug Alert" because you either love or hate these dogs. There is no in between.

This is a last minute Christmas commission. Not only was this piece created with a major time crunch but the photographs sent were the worst I've ever received. I'm not lying when I say I prayed for guidance the entire time I worked on the dog portrait. Maybe God likes pugs because I believe I had divine assistance in this one. Perhaps I will re-title this blog "Making Something Out of Nothing with God".

As I've said, this year I compare every holiday to that of last year. I clearly remember how I felt and looked last Christmas Eve. It wasn't good. This year, if I'm feeling ill it will be because of too much food and drink and that is likely to happen. I can't begin to tell you how choked up I get thinking about how sweet this year is. It is a feeling like no other. Bittersweet. Just the way I like my chocolate.

Santa, please bring me commissions with good photographs. That's all I want for Christmas. I have my two front teeth and so much more.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Enjoy!

Dog Portrait - Neptune

"Neptune"
11x14
oil on canvas
private commission

Another Christmas portrait under my belt. I wish I could be there to hear the comments of Neptune's "mommy" when she receives her gift. Much of the process for me is about getting to know the humans as much as my animal subjects. Sometimes it is difficult to get a feel for a piece without that contact. Hopefully this is where my years of experience come in being able to guess at what the recipient is looking for in a portrait.

I've blown my candles out on yet another birthday cake. Things were much different for me this year. My ice cream cake wasn't tainted with the flavor of chemo on my tongue and I could enjoy a few "toasts" on my special day. As the weeks march on, the experience of last year has less of a grip on me. I still make comparisons and get choked up about things that touch my heart but the ache and pain is fading. I'm also starting to think of things as what they will be instead of as what they were. More than that, I'm much more in the moment and just enjoying things as they are this very second. For instance, I'm listening to Gracie complain that she wants to go out in the yard instead of working in the studio. (She works very hard.) I'm not giving in though because we've played the "in and out" game now for an hour. Things like this used to annoy me and now they just make me laugh.

My Hairy Evening Gown

I bet that post title grabbed you now didn't it? The photo above was from the Canine Partners for Life Wine Auction. This was the wonderful group I had the honor to sit with. Janie and Jeff Cramer took good care of me all night, making sure I was introduced to everyone and comfortable. I felt so welcomed there. Thanks Janie and Jeff!

Yes, that's me in the bottom right corner with my special "necklace". One of the requirements of the evening was to show up with a creative dog collar in the place of a tie or necklace. I played it safe and went for rhinestones and an "L" charm. Others went all out and even had collars that lit up like Christmas trees. The folks that attended this event were my kind of people. Despite tuxedos and gowns, people went out of their way to have fun and celebrate a fabulous charity event. There was nothing stuffy about this affair.

So you are still wondering where the "hairy evening gown" comes in. Remember, this event was attended by those that train the service dogs and the recipients of these fabulous animals. There were dogs everywhere either learning or assisting. They too were all dressed up for the evening. I'm quite sure the dogs loved being in formal wear. Really, what dog wouldn't? My dress touched the floor and as I passed or petted the proper pooches, I collected "souvenirs" from them all. Janie brought with her a lovely yellow lab named "Butter" who was just beautiful. Butter slept under both of our chairs during dinner, which added to my hair collection. I was never so happy to be covered in dog hair in my life.

The evening began with a silent auction of awesome goodies and tons of wine and yummy food. I bid on so many things but won nothing. Next year will be a different story. I still dream of the reproduction Tiffany lamp that I didn't win. If I ever find the person who outbid me...

The evening closed with the live auction and dinner. I love to listen to an auctioneer. Every lot had a bidder and some went for over $7,000. The "Ripening Fruits" painting went for $2700 I believe. Not bad I think. I'm not quite sure as I was so nervous I could barely breathe. Its new home is in Jeff's office where he will be promoting Canine Partners to other physicians and making recommendation to patients. What a wonderful legacy for that piece.

I also want to thank Anita, Jennifer and Darlene for making me feel so welcome and important that night. I did a little speech that night that I totally flubbed but everyone loved it just the same.

As I get more photos I will post them. I cannot recommend attending this function enough. It was so much fun and for such a good cause. This is the only event of its kind where you know where your money is going and can see your donations at work. Food, wine, winnings, dogs and friends...it is worth every penny. Don't miss it next year.

Just a reminder, I still have prints for sale of "Ripening Fruits". You can contact me or buy them directly from Canine Partners. A portion of the proceeds will go to CPL. Every dollar counts because dog treats are expensive.

Finally, thank you all so much for your kind and caring thoughts on my Dandy.

A Tribute to Dandy

"Dandy"
9x12
oil study on canvas

A little over two years ago I set up my easel in a pasture where my handsome Dandy was grazing. It was my first time painting en plein air in well over a decade. What made me think I could capture this moving animal with my brush that hadn't been out of the safety of the studio? Sometimes I laugh at how I create nearly impossible situations for myself and wonder why I struggle. None the less, I did slap together this oil painting of my horse on a lovely day near the old tree that always interested me. I remember the day like it was yesterday. If I close my eyes I can still smell his warm breath on me when he came to check out what I was doing, only to quickly leave as there were no cookies in my hand for him. Dandy was all about a good cookie as any good horse is.

Soon after that day I found him a new home at Raise Your Dreams Farm. He became a therapy horse for all types of people in need of some equine inspiration. It was a hard decision for me because horses had been my life for so long and this horse owned my heart. However, I knew it was time for Dandy to move on and I couldn't be selfish.

Even though he now lived only 15 minutes from me I did not visit often as it was too painful. Dandy represented so many things to me, I just felt as I had to fully let go and could only do that by staying away. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't wonder what my boy was doing. Each time I saw his mug on my profile picture I longed for him. Every horse catalogue that came in the mail was like a knife thrust into a healing wound. I watched my riding boots collect dust and my heart ached. Riding through the woods on Dandy's back made me feel like Pocahontus in a Disney flick. Yet, I knew I had to give him the opportunity to enjoy his senior years and that he was happy to have a new purpose in life. As a therapy horse he was needed and loved. He had a new life that he loved.

On Thanksgiving morning Dandy had to be put down. Though he was only in his early twenties he had a pretty interesting life. He was not one of those horses that just sat in someone's backyard as a lawn ornament. Dandy would have none of that as he didn't like to be bored and would find trouble if there was no work to be done. He served humans the best way he could nearly to the very end. We all should feel so needed and loved in our lives.

I thought I would share with you a little of his legacy. Jill, Dandy's adopted mother, sent me a lovely email about what he meant to her and her farm. Here's a piece of what she wrote:

"I miss his gentle spirit and his quiet reassurance. There were so many times that he saved me or my students. I cannot even begin to tell you how much he meant to me. Self-assured, gentle and a presence that left all in awe. I will never forget his legacy and his memories. Amanda letting go of the reins and flying!!!!! The alcoholic woman that felt there was no hope UNTIL she met Dandy!!!! The neglected and abused chunky woman that had legs shorter than her arms wanting to ride more than anything else. I knew Dandy would take care of her and he did. He took her on a gentle trail and she said, "I have never felt so free." Or the time the student slipped while getting on and landed underneath him. HE NEVER MOVED!!! How about the time when he got mad at me when he couldn't be ridden? He would pace back and forth and paw at the fence. The day he could be ridden he drug my student to the ring. Most recently, when he was in pain my students would stand in the field and feed him carrots (his favorite food in the whole world!!) they would walk away and he would try to follow, even though it was painful.

I don't know how I will tell Amanda that her beloved Dandy has gone to heaven. There will be a mourning like no other. She was the peanut butter and he was the jelly. They just went together like peas in a pod. I am sounding corny, but through my tears I can laugh, because he was the sweetest, most gentle and kindest horse ever and he made a gawky autistic girl fly. I am comforted in the fact that he is carting around the kids in heaven. He is flying around on hooves of gold with wings of thunder. "

If horses go to heaven (or people for that matter) I doubt they are prepared for the personality that is Dandy.

Neptune - A Dog Portrait

This is Neptune. He's a loving companion and loves to go hiking. The dog portrait is a gift to his "mom" Jeanette. I started this oil painting in washes of burnt sienna and burnt umber. This is purely just the foundation and a way for me to work out any drawing issues and to understand the form. I'm enjoying this piece very much because Neptune's expression is so joyous. All of the photos provided show this dog smiling.

It is Thanksgiving again. I can't believe 365 days ago I was wearing a scarf and wondering if I would be able to sit through the entire meal. Today I am working and getting ready to prepare some items for tomorrow's feast. Last year I considered wearing pajamas to dinner. This year I will wish I had pajamas for their elastic waist because I plan to eat everything in sight. Tomorrow I will relax and enjoy my family and friends like I never have before. There are plenty of things to be thankful for without a doubt. I wonder if a holiday will ever go by again without me feeling extra blessed.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!

Salem County Resident #4

Salem County Resident #4
8 x 8
oil on canvas
$125

Last year I did three little paintings of some local bovines here in Salem County. I had a fourth started and then I became ill and did not finish it. Now that I am working again I am taking great pleasure in finishing things I started and cleaning up old business. The three cow paintings are now for sale at First Impressions Art Gallery. (Yes, that's me in the group photo of all the artists showing at the gallery.) The fourth, as seen above, is about to be framed to match the other three and is available for sale from my studio. Each is framed and is $125.00. My plan is to create small gift items like coasters and such from the images for my booth at next year's CPL Cow Bingo. I'm planning way ahead!

I'm getting very excited about CPL's Wine auction on December 1st. Janie, a wonderful volunteer for CPL was kind enough to come out to the studio and pick up "Ripening Fruits" for the special night. Gracie, Soulful Studios official greeter, was so happy to have visitors and took full advantage of the opportunity. We also decided to have some signed prints available at the auction as well. I think that is a great idea. $20 of the proceeds will go to CPL. It is a black tie affair however; everyone is supposed to spice up their attire with a fanciful dog collar. I have to get on the ball and make something special for the occasion. Gosh, I need a dress too. That may be my only piece of clothing without oil paint on it.

First Impressions Reception

It was a success without a doubt. Mary Wolfe, the owner of "First Impressions Art Gallery and Working Studio", really did a great job of creating an evening about art and community. The little old town of Salem never seemed so alive on a Friday night as it did on November 2nd. There was live music, food, wine and poetry reading. There was quite a crowd enjoying themselves and buying art as well. Some very special people showed up to support me and my art and I thank them. Also, quite a few pieces found a new home. Yes, those are red stickers that you see beside my art and those are a very good thing.

Now I am gearing up now for 2 new commissions I am starting. I'll post pictures of the dog portrait soon. Also, if you live in Salem County keep your eyes open as you might catch a glimpse of me sketching in town. I am going to start working on some pieces about Salem. I have great hopes for its revitalization as there are so many great folks putting hard work into bringing back its glory.

Just a quick note about November 2nd, the day of the gallery reception. This was the 1 year anniversary of my first chemotherapy treatment. It amazed me that in 365 days I not only beat cancer but I have a strong vision of great new things happening in my life. Sure there will be battles ahead but if I can do all that in 365 days, I can do anything.

Dog Portrait - Leo

"Leo"
8"x10"
graphite on paper

"Leo" is a graphite dog portrait that I just completed this weekend. It was so good to have the pencils in my hand again and working in the warmth of my studio. This piece was easy to do because the dog is so handsome and the photos provided were excellent.

Thank God (indeed) that I am getting back to feeling like my old self.
Actually, let's say I believe soon I will be feeling even better than my old self. Things are looking good and the timing couldn't be better because Soulful Studios is getting very busy. Pull out your calendar as there are some dates you might want to mark down.

This Friday, November 2nd, from 6-9 is the Grand Opening Reception for First Impressions Art Gallery and Working Studio in Salem, NJ. The address is 157 West Broadway, Salem, NJ. I will be there to meet and greet so I hope you can stop in. Mary Wolfe, the owner, is working very hard to bring the arts into Salem County, which is a project near and dear to my heart. She represents my work well and has sold quite a few pieces for me already. If you have any questions you can contact me or give her a call at 856-935-7070. I have to laugh because she used one of my images on her flyer and sold it within a few days after advertising. That's what I call a quick turn around.

December 1st, 2007 is the Annual Wine Auction for Canine Partners for Life. It is a black tie affair and the cost per ticket is $125. They will have some amazing lots for auction so check it out. My painting "Ripening Fruits" will be auctioned that night and I will be there as well to congratulate the winner. I believe the painting will go for quite a high dollar however, if you can't afford to bid on the original, I am offering 16x20 signed prints for sale at $85.00 plus shipping and handling.

Currently I am working on two commissions plus developing some ideas for more works for the gallery and an eBay store for my prints and note cards. Also, Mary Wolfe at First Impressions has asked me to hold drawing classes in the studio portion of the gallery. I am working on a project description so that I can offer pet portrait drawing classes. Let me know if you would like to join the class. Thank you everyone for your caring emails and concern. Please keep visiting as there will be more updates shortly.

The Fog

"Weary Soldiers"

pencil drawing in moleskine sketchbook

At 6:30 this morning I headed out to the park to catch a glimpse of the bridge. The fog was thick and I hoped to sketch it masked in the mist as the sun came up. Again, I plan and God laughs. It was completely hidden and even by 7:45 nothing had changed. The sun wasn't breaking through like it normally does.

Instead I chose not to lose this precious moment of being prepared to sketch so early in the morning. It has been a long time since I was able to do this so I wasn't going to waste it. The scene before me was the remains of the old burnt out dock a couple of yards out from the park. Behind it in the distance the lights from some buildings on the other side of the Delaware could be seen. Everything was painted in grey. I felt this was a good fit. I related. Maybe you do too.

So Joe Pulcinella blog tagged me a while back and asked me to share 8 things you might not know about me. Ok...

1. I love to bake. My cousin calls my cookie creations "Jewies Chewies". I've considered opening a little bakery many times.

2. I wore blue contacts in high school for a year. If you've seen me you can imagine how foolish that looked. It was like having blue christmas tree lights for eyes.

3. I have a strange memory. I see things in little moving pictures and can remember what color your socks wore when we met but not your name.

4. I love to dress up for Halloween. No, not your typical slutty nurse or anything like that but I like to be ghoulish and unrecognisable. I once dressed as a male dead soldier, complete with dead bugs flying out of my mouth. I went around the neighborhood and scared little kids to death and made one pee his pants. My own mother didn't know who I was. Perhaps I missed my calling doing movie special effects.

5. I rarely use my cell phone. If I'm not home I probably don't want to talk to you. I'm just not into technology that much.

6. I used to barrel race. It is a rodeo event for women. Nothing like a Jewish cowgirl to confuse everyone.

7. I worked at Disney World. I was on vaction with my mother and sister and someone came up to me and told me I had "the Disney image". Instead of taking a scholarship to art college I thought making $4.75 would be a better idea. I was wrong and quickly came home and went to school. I tried to get out of being an artist many times. This leads me to our last Lori factoid...

8. I studied to be an interpreter for the deaf. I left art school and began living in the deaf community for two years. As soon as I got good enough to do it as a career I went back to art school. Now I can't stop talking with my hands and neither hearing or deaf people understand me.

I know I'm supposed to tag others now but I won't. The other folks I know that blog wouldn't follow through so it isn't worth it. So I guess the blog stops here.

Oh Yes I Did

On my way home yesterday from photographing a mare and foal in Pennsylvania for a portrait commission, I was in complete awe of the scenes before me on the drive home. I'm quite serious in saying that every five minutes of so of the 90 minute drive home a spectacular scene was before me. It seemed almost like a gift as I have been rather secluded lately and this particular photo shoot was extremely taxing on my system.

Throwing caution and good sense to the wind I grabbed my camera off of the passenger's seat and held it to the windshield while trying to drive and snapped some photos. Yes, I did this while driving. I know, I know. Please don't send me reprimanding emails about this. Really, I know how stupid this was but I just couldn't resist. I'm amazed these photos came out so well when I didn't even look to see if the scene was in the view finder. My little Nikon D70 really rocks.

Just in case you think I'm kidding about how I took the photos, look at the second hot air balloon shot. You can see my arm and the steering wheel in the reflection off the windshield. The other picture of the moon perfectly centered in the "arms" of the Delaware Memorial Bridge gives me chills. I have had a recent obsession with the bridge and what it can represent metaphorically. Add a well placed moon to the mix and I'm just floored. It took all my good sense not to pull over on the bridge and stop and watch as the light changed with the setting sun. That just shows you I'm not totally insane. Honestly, I had a hard time sharing this as it felt like it should be my little secret. However, I also want to always remind everyone to really pay attention to the wonders of their environment. Since I have not been well enough to do this through my art, my photographs will have to do.

The art will return shortly I'm quite certain. Some have said that cancer has been in a gift in that it has given me a new perspective. I'll save you my nasty remarks on that but I can say that cancer truly is the gift that keeps on giving. I've stolen that phrase with pride because it is so true. Little ills keep popping up as a result of my life saving treatment. Each time I stand on two feet I have the rug pulled from under me. However, I will keep getting up and looking for a better place to stand. Eventually I will win. I always do.

Joe Pulcinella blog-tagged me a few days ago. I will get to that I promise. It's on my list. Also on my list is a seriously nasty payback to Joe for tagging me and giving me more work to do. Just kidding Joe. Well, sort of.

Tiko - A Cat's Portrait

Maybe I should have named this post, "Watch Me Pull a Rabbit Out of My Hat". As you can see I didn't have much to go on with the photo provided of this kitty. To create this pet portrait I had to use 3 equally poor photos to create one good one to work from. Sometimes I think commission work is like magic when I create something out of nothing. However, if I don't think I can pull the rabbit out of the hat, I don't take on the work.

It has been a month since my last post. For the past 6-7 weeks I've been dealing with some of the side effects of radiation. As it turns out radiation has been far more destructive in the long term than chemotherapy. People think that once treatment is over you are "done". Sort of like being a cake. Done. Well, I am learning there is no such thing. It's all new to me and it isn't much fun. Trust me. However, it isn't all bad. It just ain't all that good! Hopefully things will be turning around soon so I will be posting regularly again. I know how you must miss me. Ha!

Since I'm feeling silly I'd like to take a moment to direct you to a site that might give you a good laugh. Big Ryan of Chucklenut Shirts is a great fellow with a wicked sense of humor. He's turned his own battle with cancer into a business that helps others laugh as well. Now not all his shirts are cancer humor but obviously they are my favorites. I especially love the shirt that says "Your boyfriend loves to rub my bald head." I wish I had that one when I needed it. So visit his site by clicking here and check out all of his shirts. There is no reason not to buy one since he is pretty foul on tons of topics! I'm sure one will tickle your fancy.

Why I Live Here

Drawing above is in my moleskine sketchbook.

graphite

"Elsinboro View"

I'm often asked why I still live in Salem County. Being that I no longer work for Mannington Mills, I can live anywhere and work as an artist. Many times I've considered leaving this place because I thought there would be more for me in terms of culture and activity in places like Philadelphia or New York. The truth is I've made this place my home. Perhaps you can figure out why from the above photos.

Everyone can stop sending me emails about me cycling too much or painting too close to traffic. I've been benched due to some late effects of radiation in the area of my spine. There will be much more time spent sitting and resting for a bit so you can all calm down. It is up to me to make the most of it and not spend too much time being upset that I'm not riding with my Sunday group.

Gracie and I went to Elsinboro Beach this morning to do a little sketching. The tiny waves lapped the shore and we watched many pleasure boats and cargo ships pass. Only one or two cotton ball clouds dotted the sky. The occasional local went by on a kayak, probably working off last night's wine haze. I sketched the view across the river, thinking about the many people on their boats partying at The Chesapeake. This place is like a mini vacation. Even the sunset from the night before suggests a get away atmosphere.

I don't have to go anywhere. I'm already here.

Dog Days of Summer Indeed

It is just stinking hot out there. I don't know why they say it is "the dog days of summer" as my dear Gracie can't take this heat. Nobody should have their dogs out in this soup right now. 95 degrees in the shade is only good if you are on an island sitting by the ocean with a drink (complete with cute little umbrella) in your hand. Nuff said.

An exciting bit of news is that 16"x20" giclee prints are now available of "Ripening Fruits" (see art above). The original painting will be auctioned at Canine Partners for Life's Wine Auction in December. I am limiting the print edition to 150 and they are on top quality water color paper printed with archival inks. You can purchase a signed and numbered fine art print now for $85 plus tax and shipping. Contact me now if you would like to order a print. Who is the owner of #1? The very fine Dr. Howe-Smith of Pet PT was the first to put his order in. I am so thrilled as he is the man that put my Gracie back together and made her a happy pup. I'm pretty critical of doctors and veterinarians and he is 100% Lori approved! Just ask Gracie how great he is.

The second tidbit of information is that my graphite pet portrait work is now being represented by The des Champs Gallery in Lambertville, New Jersey. I included the location photo above as it is such a beautiful gallery and it is a total honor to be a part of it. You can check out the site and see my name listed on the right hand side along with some very well known regional artists. This should make for a very busy studio here at Soulful Studios. Please visit the gallery if you are in that area and tell Lise or Suzanne that I sent you.

Finally, 4 of my dog themed works will be shown at the Orchard Artworks Gallery in Bryn Athyn during their "Dog Days of Summer" art show benefiting The Spayed Club. The show runs from August 12th-August 31st. On the opening day on Sunday there will be an artist meet and greet from 1-4pm. I'm not certain I will be able to make that but it is possible. 25% of the proceeds goes to The Spayed Club so it is a great way to own some dog art and give back at the same time.

Stay cool everyone.

I'm Just Nuts

"Marsh Solitude"

5"x7"

acrylic on canvas

I think the photo of my location choice for this little painting says it all. I'm not right in the head. Someone asked me if I was taunting God by risking getting hit on the side of the road for a mere tiny painting. Maybe I am. All I know is I see this section of water with its little islands of green and it begs me to paint it. Photographs aren't doing it for me these days so chances are I will be back on the side of the road again daring the trucks to mess with me. Don't they know who I am and what I'm trying to do?

What you can't see in the photo of this work is that I am starting to experiment with texturing the canvas prior to painting. I'm getting closer to what I want. Also, the image is a bit red on the screen when in real life is glows more orange. I'm seeking a more minimal nature to my work. To say more with less is my ultimate goal and I'm just in love with the process of getting there. That in itself is a breakthrough for me and will ultimately result in great success. I can taste it.

That being said, I have some interesting updates to the business of Soulful Studios. However, you will have to be patient and wait for my next blog post. I'm off to the river to sit with my favorite sculptor and friends. I hear the osprey are very active today and I have my binoculars ready.

Before I go, I must make a plug for my friend Joe Pulcinella. A year ago I was introduced to his work in photography. I've mentioned here before. Please take the time to visit his site. I promise you won't be disappointed as he has great vision with a lens. He works for the people, so to speak, but is able to maintain artistic credibility in my humble opinion. If you like what you see please visit this site and vote for him (scroll to the bottom of the page). Good work deserves recognition.

The Tour de Lor

"Movement at the Marsh"
9"x12'
acrylic on canvas

Last Saturday I set out early to Supawana Meadows to paint the marsh area again. Guided by my great wisdom I decided to stand amongst the reeds in the dirt. As the bugs devoured my flesh and my pochade box sank into the mud, I considered how much I had yet to learn about painting en plein air.

Later that weekend I cycled with my favorite group from The Peddler's Shop. After we rode for about 20 miles I was asked if I would be riding Breakneck Road. Only the diehards were going, as it is a few miles of a series of difficult inclines. Of course I would ride "Breakneck". Of course.

When Monday rolled around I thought it would be a good idea to really work hard at the gym because obviously I was feeling great. Now was the time to get in top form Now was also the time to get my art business going and to schedule meetings with galleries and book days for my booth. I was making business commitments left and right. I should have been committed.

Tuesday I bonked. The "Tour de Lor" had come to an end. Even Lance Armstrong went downhill sometimes. Didn't I just say that when you feel like you are going up the down escalator you should switch directions? Many posts ago I advised smelling the roses and taking time just to "be". Well, it goes to show you that even I, who should know better, got sucked in to the race.

The desire to be the best and move forward can be a force that drives you right into the ground. It can drain the joy out of your favorite activities. Left unchecked, it can make you lose sight of your purpose. I'm guilty, guilty, guilty.

I share this little lament because I want you to see that all that glitters is not gold. So many lovely folks send me emails telling me how great I'm doing and how they are inspired. Maybe if you know the mistakes I make you'll stop yourself before you do the same.

Life is so very short. Yes, that sentence has been played out. However, it doesn't mean that you should fill every minute with busyness in order to be really living. It means being present and aware of each precious moment, enjoying what you are doing not just working to cross off another task on your "to do" list.

I just threw my list away. Screw it.

By the Bridge

Above:
"The Storm That Passed"
pencil drawing in moleskine sketchbook

Below:
"The Storm That Passed"
6"x9"
acrylic on paper

Nature was giving me a hint of its power by pushing my car around with the force of its gusty winds as I sketched from the safety of the driver's seat. Somehow life seems so much clearer when I sit by the water as it changes rapidly there. No matter how threatening the weather seems, the clouds always break to show the beautiful blue sky behind. Why is it on a dark stormy day we tend to forget how quickly the sun comes out again? It always comes back to shine. Always.

I'm starting to fall in love with this spot by the bridge. The structure is constant but the scene forever changes. I could paint it every day of my life and never run out of new ways of seeing it. It is sort of like life I guess. When I was younger I thought at a certain point I would have life pretty well figured out and I would just be following some sort of plan. Now, I realize there is no real plan and every day things change and the view is different. That being said, I truly don't understand when people say they are bored. Perhaps they are not looking hard enough.

One Man's Trash

"Not So Distant Threat"

9"x12"

acylic on canvas

My Saturday morning routine is simple. At 6AM I make a special treat of my version of french toast made with the healthiest of ingredients to give me energy for the next few hours painting en plein air. This past Saturday was no exception and the morning promised to be great as it was cool, crisp and clear for a July morning. I planned to paint marshes so that I would have three versions completed. However, when I got to the site I yearned to paint, the traffic was so heavy I feared it would not be wise to stand on the shoulder of this busy road.

I then decided to paint on the beach in Elsinboro but a voice in my head directed me down Ft. Elfsborg Road. No marshes were to be found but there on my right was the smoke plume of the nuclear plant lit by the morning sun overlooking the farmland of Salem County. It reminded me of my cancer in that it was something ominous yet beautiful. I had to paint it. As I set up I kept wondering who the heck would want a freaking painting of the nuke plant and therefore why should I paint it. I just knew I had to paint it even if it collected dust in the studio.

As the birds sang and that little bee came around that follows me to every painting site, a handsome cyclist stopped to admire my work. It turns out that he worked at the plant and mentioned that the executives would contact me about owning such art for the corporate offices. Once he peddled off a local farmer came by and thanked me for creating such a lovely piece about the beauty of his backyard. He mentioned how he loves how the light changes the color of the cooling tower. Another fellow stepped out of his house to wave and give me the thumbs up. Two phrases entered my mind. "Build it and they will come" and "one man's trash is another man's treasure."

(Please pardon the skewing of the horizontal landscape. I was too close to the painting when I photographed it.)

Nobody Screams Get Me An Artist

"View From the Top"
pencil sketch in moleskine sketchbook

While I waited over an hour for my doctor and his entourage to come into the room yesterday, I sketched the Liberty Place buildings, as seen from the window of the 15th floor, Penn Tower of the University of Pennsylvania Hospital. It only took me a few minutes, the rest of the time I spent reading the articles in the Philadelphia Weekly. It was so funny to watch him and all the other white coats walk by, quickly peaking in the room to watch me draw. Isn’t it funny how attracted people are to creativity in progress yet so many avoid it themselves out of fear. My dear Dr. Schuster was going on about how he loved to draw and was often told to pursue art. I asked him why he never did, while he was right in my face feeling under my arms and around my chest for swollen lymph nodes. He looked deeply into my eyes with his eyes looking somewhat crazed and said, “because everyone screams ‘get me a doctor’ not ‘get me an artist’.” I laughed. Maybe if we all screamed for artists and creative release we wouldn’t need the doctors.

The Big R!

Yup, you guessed it.

REMISSION!

I was surprised and beyond elated today that the doctors used that word. It wasn't supposed to be discussed for a couple more months. I just can't believe it. However, after much discussion amongst all the guys with the letters after their names, they all agreed it was true. It was also commented that they haven't seen anyone with such rapid healing in the radiation damaged site before. Doctors were asking ME what I was doing. I told them exercise, flax oil and prayer. I wonder if that will go in the medical books. Doubtful. Seems like I had the last word though and we all know how I love that.

To all my friends and family, thank you again for your prayers and support. You rode that roller coaster with me and for that I'll always be thankful.

A quick "shout out" to my buddies Vicki, Dave and Joe for their quick and joyful communication today. Isn't it interesting how new friendships are formed and old ones strengthened during times like this?

Be well everyone!

Changing Weather

Above:
"The Storm That Wasn't"
pencil sketch in moleskine book

Below:
"The Storm That Wasn't"
acrylic on paper
6"x9"

The other night I saw a storm approaching and quickly put my supplies into my car and rushed to Riverview Beach Park to do another study about the Delaware Memorial Bridge. It started to get dark and dreary with this strange orange glow peaking through as the evening approached. The excitement that a pending storm brings set in as I began to work. However, it never happened. The clouds built then quickly broke apart. No rain, not even a rumble of thunder. Folks continued to walk their dogs and life went on as usual as it does on a warm summer evening in the park.

I couldn't help but think about my own storm that never happened. I'm still trying to get that feeling of foreboding out of my mind. Just like when the weatherman predicts a massive weather event and it doesn't come to fruition, we all seem to talk about what could have been and breathe a collective sigh of relief. Sigh.

On a lighter note, I listened to the weatherman this morning. He said Salem County would miss the early morning rain. I laced up and went for my morning constitutional. He was wrong. I finished my last mile in a drenching downpour. I laughed the entire way home.

Up the Down Escalator

"Marsh Reflections"

9"x12"

acrylic on canvas

"Marsh Reflections" was painted en plein air alongside the road right near Fort Mott. It was one of those days that no matter what I did I felt like I was fighting a losing battle. I tried to head out early to paint but everything delayed my leaving the house. Then upon setting up my work station (see the above photo taken during painting "Morning Marsh") the flies came at me with a vengeance. The breeze shifted, which brought the flies and a very fishy smell. I refused to quit. Smacking biting flies off my legs and wishing I had brought sun screen I tried to stay focused. Then, in the distance, I hear a strange rumble interrupting the quiet still of the marsh. It grew louder. This did not bode well. Suddenly an 18 wheeler came flying down the road like it was on the interstate. This is a dead end road. Even though I was safely on the dirt shoulder the ground shuddered beneath me and my disposable palette flipped up and paint was everywhere. I continued painting. Then a cyclist, with quite the kit I must say, swerved awfully close to me because HE WAS ANSWERING HIS CELL PHONE! Ok people, if you are on your bike for some exercise and nature, stay the frig off your phone! Folks are funny. I got bitten one more time by a fly and a bee buzzed in my ear and I cursed loudly and packed up to finish the piece at home. Enough was enough. I didn't go through chemo and radiation to be killed on the side of the road for my art.

The lesson here is that if you feel like you are trying to run "up" the "down" escalator, change directions. Seriously, this is a very important lesson to learn. If you are feeling like no matter what you do you just can't make progress it is time to reevaluate and find something else to do. Life is not supposed to be that hard. I swear.

(Blogger is doing weird things with spacing today...please excuse that.)

Worn Through

"Worn Through"
18"x24"
acrylic on canvas

Back in 2005 I went for a stroll in Elsinboro Beach , Salem County. It is a strange place of beauty that is somewhat overshadowed by the nuclear plant lurking in the distance. I feel a certain pull to go there as I find an interesting juxtaposition between what is natural and what man has created. While walking along the beach that day I saw this little hole in the built up sand that the water had worn a path through. Rocks were perfectly lined up to direct the eye to this little natural bridge of sorts. It begged one to look at what was on the other side. I photographed it and did a tiny oil sketch of it in hopes of doing a larger piece later.

Last week after I received the news that perhaps the lymphoma beast was back, I pulled out that little sketch. I was full of anger, frustration and frankly rage. I felt just like that little hole in the earth so tread upon, so very worn. I feared I had nothing left to give to this cancer project. For the first time in this process I was terrified to be hopeful. Taking it out on the painting was the only thing I could think to do. At times it was just too painful to continue as I abstracted this image into something that was beyond just an opening in the earth.

As I look at it now I realize that despite my feeling of despair the colors are vibrant and there is a ton of energy in the piece. One cannot feel true anger at something that doesn't matter so for me the fight still obviously had meaning. Once I saw what was before me I was at peace with whatever fate dealt me. I realized I was not as worn through as I thought.

Being a very blessed individual, once again I was given a reprieve. The report came in today that my new scan shows less cellular activity than back in February. This means that it is the highest likelihood that what shows now on the screen is scar tissue and not active tumor. If my next test in 8-12 weeks shows the same or better information the word "remission" will finally be used. Another high possiblity is "cure" but that won't be mentioned for quite a few more years. I do believe now that I will hear that word as well.

I feel like I've won the lottery. I have my friends and family who stood by me every step of the way to thank for strength to keep moving forward.

Thank you everyone for your prayers. As you can see they worked.

How's the Fishin'?

"Morning Marsh"
9"x12"
acrylic on canvas

Sunday morning I was along the roadside of Supawna Meadows painting my little heart out. Last year I saw this little marsh area and knew that someday I would paint it. I have taken many photographs of it but never did they speak to me like standing there. Now that I am a newbie plein air painter I have the freedom of capturing what I see without needing a camera.

I think painting en plein air is so good for teaching one to truly be in the moment. Throughout my life I've always struggled with the concept. I've wasted much time thinking ahead or going over the past while the present just slipped away. As I painted "Morning Marsh" there was no time for anything but putting juicy paint on the canvas. With each passing minute the tide changed and my little mounds of mud were taking on a different look entirely. The light shifted. A blue heron flew into my scene and distracted me. I was stung by a little bee. Not one little second could be wasted on worry or planning. I was forced to just be and do. Truly a beautiful thing.

However, there was one moment that broke the spell. Two good old boys pulled up in their well used pickup truck. They glanced at my painting then walked right over to me in front of my painter's box and asked, "How's the fishin' here?" I'll refrain from comment.

The Lord Giveth...

"Waiting for You"
acrylic on paper
9"x12"

He sure do taketh away too. Well, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic but some weeks it seems as the good definitely comes with the bad. This week I'm happy to say I completed 3 paintings and touched up two old pieces that just needed a little love. I would consider that an extremely productive week in the studio. The art was flowing and it was good.


The above sketch and painting was created at Riverview Beach Park in Pennsville one evening as I was being eaten by noseeums. More perils of painting en plein air. I think it was worth it though. I feel this piece captured what I saw and felt as the day was ending. I'll post the other works later in the week. Don't want to give it to you all at once and spoil you.


So now you are wondering what could be the bad part of the week. Well, I wouldn't say it was bad necessarily, just frustrating. It seems my scan last week, the one that was supposed to declare my cancer finally in remission, came back sort of "questionable". It leaves the good doctors wondering if they got the beast the first time. If they didn't it means some pretty ugly treatment for Lori. However, I cannot get too upset yet as they just don't know. I need another type of scan now and perhaps more blood work to make them feel better. Maybe I should have named this post "Waiting". Or perhaps, "GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK ALREADY!!!"! I prefer the later.


So, nobody get nervous, it's not time for that yet. Basically I've learned to roll with the punches. I get upset for a day and even dance with the devil. However, I never dance long or let him lead. This is when things get challenging, when you are not actively battling the c-funk and waiting. If I am to survive this stupid thing I must be resilient and focus on all my joy. That focus got me 3 new paintings. It's a good thing...Martha would agree.